Chomping at the bit — "Like a dog after a bone, so to speak. Should've learned from Alien — don't go near anythin' that looks like a giant egg."

Which, Cassidy thought as he shut the door behind him, wasn't to say he didn't feel good. But it was an itchy, too-much-energy sort of good. The sort where if he didn't keep moving, if he tried to repress himself, it could turn just as bad real quick.

"Long as I'm here, though..." So long as Matt was inviting him to... "I might just keep pressin' my luck."

They were face-to-face, now, and Cassidy raised a hand to grasp at Matt's shirt, close to the collar and the line of buttons. Loosely at first, then tighter, pulling as though preparing to snap those buttons off with a tug at any second. Not going through with it yet, but teasing Matt with the possibility.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you wearin' such nice clothes all the time."